Devotion III

From the moment we're born
 our sun is made to set,
 so just how much time will you waste?
 Every Rope Has Its End.
 We live like we're invincible,
 but there's a truth we just can't ignore
 how much of this life will be thrown away?
 Every Rope Has Its End.
 "So It goes"
 leaves turn from green to gold
 And fall back to earth, dust turned to stone
 and back to dust.
 Every last sea will merely be salt,
 bone white grains tumble through the (hour) glass.
 The end lives in us all waiting for it's time
 To breath out so why
 Would we shorten the thread, when there are so many mountains to conquer,
 so many bridges to burn, so many busted hearts to mend,
 and so many enemies left to crush.
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 There's a pine box with my name.
 There is a plot for you and me.
 There will be no more hurt
 no more sadness
 no more uncertainty.
 There will be no more hope
 no more love
 no more devotion
 no more us
 no more length to grasp
 cause...
 Every rope has its end!